This has happened before. And I won, albeit with a LOT of guilt as to how I won. But I'm not at that point yet, the nest was obviously still being built. So I dispatched of it, took some bungees and tightened down my sailcover to an uncomfortable level and crossed my fingers.
I have to think about how far I am willing to go in this battle. My boat isn't being useful. I rarely get to sail her. Why shouldn't some birds enjoy Lady Bug? If I can figure out a way they can nest in the sail cover without hurting my sail, what's the danger?
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And I had done an hellish thing,
And it would work 'em woe :
For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch ! said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow !
It's like Tillerman has been infused with a combination of the spirits of Shakespeare and Gilbert & Sullivan!
and it's a finch not an albatross.
Why not allow them to enjoy Lady Bug, you ask?
Two words: bird poop
I always thought Coleridge wrote The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
Finch or albatross? What's the difference? Same curse applies thou grey-beard loon.
Guano? Excellent! Please send it to over here.
I'm trying to take into account all of the prose in other blog posts. something about a sieve and leaky boats the other day and now this?
Who are you calling pros?
this has quickly spun out of control, I don't have time to google all of these literary folks to try to sound intelligent. I was posting about birds for gosh sake!
Tillerman's Triviality Theorem strikes again.
yup...I feel ya dude
Actually, the problem we have in New Mexico is that if a boat doesn't get enough exercise, what moves into the mainsail is bats.
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